Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: "His real parents couldn’t."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty- Nine

Asli’s nails bit into her palm. It took discipline not to move, not to reveal herself. How dare he talk to her father like that? Why was Demir calm? Why was everyone watching Ahmet talk to their Godfather like that? Then she saw as her father signaling everyone to stay put.

Why?

Marco stepped forward slowly, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.

"So," he said calmly, eyes never leaving Ahmet. "You’re the ghost that’s been haunting my warehouses."

Ahmet’s lips curved, not in humor, but in challenge. "You destroyed lives and called it business. I have decided your fate."

Who the hell did he think he was to decide her father’s fate? Was he high on something?

Marco laughed softly. A sound without warmth. "You think you’re the first man to come at me with justice in his mouth?"

"No," Ahmet said. "Just the one who’ll finish it."

From the shadows, Asli felt something shift.

This wasn’t their first conversation. That much was clear now.

The way Marco didn’t bristle. The way Ahmet didn’t rush. There was a rhythm here, both measured and practiced like two men who had crossed paths before and survived it several times. Her adoptive father had sworn otherwise. He had sworn Ahmet was nothing more than the son of a man who deserved to die. Had sworn he had never stood face-to-face with him because of what Ahmet’s family had done to hers.

Yet here they were.

Too calm and too familiar. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Marco took a step forward. "I won’t warn you," he said lightly. "Men like you and like your father never listen. But I will tell you this. Return what you took from my warehouses. Including every sealed package." His eyes hardened. "I hope they’re still sealed."

Ahmet’s smile barely moved. "Or else what?"

The question landed without fear. Without caution.

Marco tilted his head, changing direction as if bored with threats. "I’m surprised you haven’t noticed your brother is on my side."

Asli’s teeth clenched.

’No, no. He’s not.’ Asli answered herself, hurting for him.

Ahmet’s gaze flicked, sharp. "And it didn’t occur to you to ask?" he said. "You know we don’t take betrayal well."

Marco stiffened. "What?"

Before Demir could even lift his gun, Markus raised both brows, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, relax," he said lightly. "I swapped all your guns. You are all holding toy models. Pretty convincing, right?"

The air exploded with clicks and dry snaps as men pulled triggers. Nothing fired.

Demir stared at his weapon, disbelief tearing across his face as he tried again, then again. Even his personal gun was useless.

Asli’s lips curved despite herself.

Sloppy.

If this had been her operation, Ahmet would already be bleeding.

Marco’s voice tightened. "Ahmet. Return my property. Don’t ask for war."

If this was going to be a peaceful encounter, why did Marco bring all these men along? Why did it seem her father was afraid of Ahmet?

Ahmet laughed this time, low and humorless. "I’m afraid I want war." His gaze swept the men, lingering on Demir. "You really think everyone standing behind you is loyal?" His eyes sharpened. "Your nephew certainly isn’t. And where’s your daughter?"

Asli’s pulse slammed hard against her ribs.

Ahmet’s tone shifted, it was not louder, but darker. Something sour crept into it when he spoke again.

Her chest constricted.

No.

Her fingers dug into her palms. Heat surged up her spine, sharp and furious, drowning out the rest of the world. Whatever he was about to say, she couldn’t let it leave his mouth.

"Why didn’t you bring her?" Ahmet pressed, eyes glittering. "Did you send her hunting for your things while you handled this?"

Markus moved subtly, trying to pull his attention, but Ahmet was already lost to whatever storm had crossed his face.

"She won’t find anything," he continued, disgust thickening his voice. "That bitch you love so much..."

Asli moved even before she could think.

The shadows spat her out like a blade.

She launched herself at him, momentum sharp and furious. Her fist cut through the air; fast, fast, and brutal but Ahmet caught it inches from his face, fingers locking around her wrist with iron force.

Recognition flickered across his features as they collided.

She twisted, kicked, and drove her elbow toward his ribs. He blocked, and countered, grabbing her waist and shoving her back. Boots scraped concrete. Their movements were vicious and precise; no wasted motion, no hesitation. Fists met flesh and their bones rang.

Around them, chaos erupted.

Markus slammed into Demir, his playful grin gone now, movements sharp and deadly. Demir roared, swinging hard, fury blinding him. Men piled into one another, shouting, grunting, bodies crashing as loyalties fractured.

Marco turned, moving fast for his car.

Asli saw it.

He yanked the door open, reaching inside, and then something clinked across the ground.

A small canister rolled.

Then another.

White smoke burst outward, thick and sudden, swallowing the yard. Men coughed, cursed, staggered blind as visibility vanished in seconds. Headlights flared uselessly against the fog.

Then the engines roared to life.

Through the smoke, Asli heard the cars peeling away in rapid succession. Those were... The sound pattern was familiar. Controlled.

Her people.

Did her father leave a scene before his enemy was down?

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